Cato, despite his years of training, can't seem to connect on an attack. The wily veteran knew better than to lose his cool, he turned his focus to his injured teammate. Calling on the power of his faith, he releases a wave of healing magic, nearly getting Tory back to 100%.
Tory, inspired by Cato's healing touch, lashes out with her blade again. She favored the dagger as a thrown weapon, but knew that her enemy was too close to try with out disadvantaging herself. She needed a bit of room to let it fly. Not one to be deterred by an upended idea, she offers up a bit of smack talk before tossing the dagger to her left hand, catching it deftly even as she leaned in to bury it in the kobold's throat. His gurgle never cleared a severed windpipe.
K4 looks at what remained of his cousin, Glizkik, a large hole seared through his chest, snarls in rage, and lunges at Gus, his dagger flashing in the eerie light of Aunt Rose's faerie fire. ***attack dagger 24 (critical hit)damage 8 piercing*** His black eyes gleam in delight as his blade slips through Gus' defenses. The gnome's eyes opened wide when the dagger hit home, buried to the hilt in his chest. "Well, would you..." he managed to say softly before his legs gave out and he fell to the floor.
K5 frantically tries to extinguish the magical flame. With a growl, he slashes at the druid who made it. ***attack dagger 16 hit damage 3 piercing*** The hit was not severe, but it distracted her enough to lose concentration on her spell.
"Oh, dear!" Aunt Rose said when she heard Gus fall. "Oh, my, my, my. That just won't do, no it won't." Despite her graying hair and rotund appearance, Rose had the glint of steel in her eyes when she was angry. Rose had the glint of steel now. She glared at the little dragonkin, knuckles turning white with the death grip she had on her staff. Pulling herself back together a bit, she chanted softly, dipping her knees slightly and reaching back, her hand, glowing a soft blue, she toughed Gus on whatever leg, arm, or head was closest, releasing a wave of divine magic. ***cure wounds: 7 HP to Gus***
***Gus is up. Map to follow shortly. Cato, Tory, or Gal in any order after Gus.***
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
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Cato, despite his years of training, can't seem to connect on an attack. The wily veteran knew better than to lose his cool, he turned his focus to his injured teammate. Calling on the power of his faith, he releases a wave of healing magic, nearly getting Tory back to 100%.
Tory, inspired by Cato's healing touch, lashes out with her blade again. She favored the dagger as a thrown weapon, but knew that her enemy was too close to try with out disadvantaging herself. She needed a bit of room to let it fly. Not one to be deterred by an upended idea, she offers up a bit of smack talk before tossing the dagger to her left hand, catching it deftly even as she leaned in to bury it in the kobold's throat. His gurgle never cleared a severed windpipe.
K4 looks at what remained of his cousin, Glizkik, a large hole seared through his chest, snarls in rage, and lunges at Gus, his dagger flashing in the eerie light of Aunt Rose's faerie fire. ***attack dagger 24 (critical hit) damage 8 piercing*** His black eyes gleam in delight as his blade slips through Gus' defenses. The gnome's eyes opened wide when the dagger hit home, buried to the hilt in his chest. "Well, would you..." he managed to say softly before his legs gave out and he fell to the floor.
K5 frantically tries to extinguish the magical flame. With a growl, he slashes at the druid who made it. ***attack dagger 16 hit damage 3 piercing*** The hit was not severe, but it distracted her enough to lose concentration on her spell.
"Oh, dear!" Aunt Rose said when she heard Gus fall. "Oh, my, my, my. That just won't do, no it won't." Despite her graying hair and rotund appearance, Rose had the glint of steel in her eyes when she was angry. Rose had the glint of steel now. She glared at the little dragonkin, knuckles turning white with the death grip she had on her staff. Pulling herself back together a bit, she chanted softly, dipping her knees slightly and reaching back, her hand, glowing a soft blue, she toughed Gus on whatever leg, arm, or head was closest, releasing a wave of divine magic. ***cure wounds: 7 HP to Gus***
***Gus is up. Map to follow shortly. Cato, Tory, or Gal in any order after Gus.***
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless